The Left can use these turds because the Left controls most of the popular media and the media defines these groups, their actions and the Right’s responses to these actions.
The leaders of the Left use these little cow pies as their expendable shock troops, child-minded warriors whom they’ll throw under the bus as soon as they’re no longer useful, see Soviet revolution as soon as Lenin and his crew no longer needed theirs.
Our Right doesn’t have the wherewithall to create, launch and use a Right version of these puppy piles, it tends to be defensive and accomodate these guanos until the Right has no option other than to react, and even then it’s reaction is largely to just slow them down, not wipe them out decisively. The Left then looks at the few inches gained in each assault as victory.
Look at Germany in the 20s where roving gangs of every political persuasion roamed the streets, clashing violently and openly for control and the ability to create a new soul for the country. That’s how Hitler got his start, bloody battles with the Left, meeting them on the Left’s terms, carrying the battle to them and beating them into the ground. When and if it comes to that here, and I fear it will, let’s pray we end up with neither Lenin or
Hitler.

Dragging one’s feet as the mob pushes you forward isn’t a bad thing, it allows those who blindly rush forward to absorb the arrows that might have hit the more cautious.
Good heavens…that’s what the Left’s doing! Seems to be a paucity of tactics here…

Besides, using the Islamic tactics of Kitman and Taqiyya, they are, in certain circumstances, allowed to eat bacon, drink booze, listen to music, and say “Screw Mohammed!” with their metaphorical fingers crossed behind their backs.

There can be no vetting of people who are commanded to lie and deceive.

That rifle was made to be soldier-proof, it can use dirt as a lubricant. I had one of the original milled receiver ones the previous owner didn’t need that still had globs of factory grease in the receiver and enough dirt, grass and crap in it to where you could have grown petunias.
In case the leopard gets hungry you offer it the horse and walk out while it’s dining.

We were required to carry the black stick and nothing but; however, I kept a folding stock AK in my locker just in case. AF was required to turn in their arms when they weren’t actively using them. They were stored in a locked Conex box by the orderly room and in the case of an attack you had to find who had the keys, actually get your weapon signed out, load the mags and hope you were being attacked by the VC Golden Years club.
As our barracks was right across the street from the main gate we thought it prudent to keep our own cache of toys.

These people don’t give a single flying damn about the poor, or the middle class, or anyone else for that matter. Babies starving in the street, like so many places where Bernies get their way? Starving babies are a small, small price to pay for the pleasure of knowing that despite their comprehensive laziness and stupidity and bitter envy, no one is doing better than you are. You don’t get to cloak yourself in virtue when I’m at a microphone, you heartless, brainless, soulless commie swine.

The kicker, of course, is that this woman spoke out in favor of hardship and poverty from the ballroom of the Sheraton Grand Hotel, which then went on to serve this Feral Socialist a lunch that would have been the envy of Tsars and Kings.

Let’s not forget that most of these babies are starving because of failed socialist programs, like the one decades ago that made it economically favorable to chase black males out of the family.
There are aleo babies of every color being starved and robbed of a future as tools of the Socialists/progs, in-house created false flag cases to blamed on the Right’s racist policies and doctrines, living and breathing yellow journalism. Acceptable collateral damages in the pursuit of a planned society.

That’s the other thing, too – the most important thing. My Tribe thinks that while you are born into a Tribe, you do not have to stay there. Good people can join bad Tribes, and bad people can choose good ones. My Tribe thinks you choose your Tribe. That, more than anything, is what makes my Tribe unique.

Hi, Stellars!

I work with several black folks who have consciously chosen to hang out and work with successful, hard-working, kind folks, most of whom happen to be non-black. As a direct result, their lives are better, they are happier, they are more intelligent, their kids have more hope and good direction.

I think it was Ausmom who said to me lately that “you are the company you keep”.

This is absolutely true. It’s why I hang out here.

I work with dudes that have been to actual prison for years who understand this truth.

She says she isn’t feeling anything. I keep asking because I’ve never known anyone to dilate that much without contractions. Other than she
says she’s kicking and punching harder than normal she feels fine.

We’re back home now just waiting and because we are an hour away and she is dilated to a 5 she was told the first contraction or any sign of pressure or water breaking to come to hospital immediately. They say she has to have iv antibiotic, which is another thing that ticks me off. When she was having contractions between 36 and 37 weeks and we went to the hospital, the Dr. on call called the lab for her Strep B results and was told they were negative, yet at the doctor they sent the results as positive. Everything now is done electronically and the lab lost her diabetes test results by someone making a mistake and not entering them correctly and she had to be re-tested, I’m thinking they may have lost these results as well and too cover their rears just sent them as positive.
It’s not a big deal to have to take the antibiotics, it’s just the differences and her worry that if she doesn’t get to the hospital in time the baby could get sick. Plus she’s worried they will screw up and give her something she’s allergic to, because she’s allergic to all forms of penicillin and that’s what they normally give. We’ve all been told to make sure we read the bag before we let them hook it up.

Well, she’s not overly thrilled with this doctor she’s having to see because in her view it was the mistake of the hospital doctor and not the lab and she doesn’t see why it matters as it won’t kill her to have the antibiotic.

Take your computer or a book with you that lists antibiotics. I had some dental work done years ago and they put me on amoxicillin, when it said on my record that I was allergic to penicillin. I took one before the surgery, but questioned it and they changed me to clindamycin, which caused a serious allergic reaction.

Amoxicillin is not something I or my daughter can take and I’ve been told by doctors if you’re allergic to penicillin you are never to take it.

I’ve been highly allergic to penicillin all my life and when I was younger there were very few antibiotics I could take safely because so many were related to penicillin.

It was actually amoxicillin that my daughter first became allergic to and they just automatically told her not to take any medicine in the family of pennicillin. She though was 18 when she first became allergic.

Clindamycin she has taken before with no issues and it is what they say they will give her.

My water never broke on it’s own. With my daughter though when I went into the hospital I was dilated to a 4 and the doctor told me it would be at least 5 hours. Doctor left, I told my DH he could go ahead and go get a cup of coffee.
He almost didn’t make it back in time, she was born less than 30 minutes later.
I enjoyed that birth, only about an hour in the hospital and never really any pain at all.

Does this guy talk about his cat too much? You decide.
By Jory John from McSweeny’s.net

PLACE: A playground
Scene One
LADY: My daughter Lucy said the cutest thing the other day. She was eating some applesauce, and she looked at me and said, “Mommy, how do they get the applesauce out of the apple?”
ME: My cat eats constantly. It’s getting a little concerning, honestly.
LADY: Oh. Yes … I, um …
ME: He has this meowing routine. He meows from the other room like six times per day. Right? And I just know that when he starts meowing, he’s hungry again. And I’m like, “Didn’t you just eat?”
LADY: I … uh …
ME: But he just keeps meowing, and I just keep feeding him. Mostly just to shut him up.
LADY: I see.

Scene Two
GUY: My son, Nate, took his first step the other day. I’m kicking myself because I didn’t manage to film it. What’s the point of having all these cameras around if we don’t capture these moments?
ME: My cat, William, has been walking since he was born, basically. He’s pretty nimble too. He walks on the upstairs banister a lot, and I’m like, “William, be careful!” But he’s usually just fine.
GUY: [Silence]
ME: Sometimes I watch my cat’s feet, the way his paws move. It’s really transfixing, you know? I’m sure it’s the same with your son.
GUY: You’re saying I should watch my son’s feet?
ME: [Not listening, staring at my phone] You want to see a few videos of William walking around?
GUY: I, uh … I suppose.
ME: [Scrolling through more than 2,000 cat videos and photos] Here, check this one out. Look how beautiful it is when four paws work in tandem, like a fancy watch.

Scene Three
LADY: Not to brag, but my daughter is incredibly bright. The other day, we were in the backyard, and she pointed to a butterfly—
ME: My cat loves butterflies!
LADY: Does he? That’s … great. Anyway, my daughter—Kylie—she looked up and pointed at a butterfly and said, “That used to be a caterpillar, Mommy.” I’m not even joking.
ME: My cat, William, caught a caterpillar once. He chewed on the thing until it was completely mangled. But he was so proud of it, and I wanted to support him, not publicly shame him. Right? So I said, “Good job, William.” Even though I was pretty grossed out.
LADY: Well … [Pretending to check her watch] I should be going …
ME: William is pretty darned brilliant too. How old is Kylie?
LADY: She’s three.
ME: Yeah, William is definitely as smart as a three-year-old. They’re probably about the same level of intelligence right now, my cat and your daughter. Isn’t that amazing?
LADY: That’s actually really rude.

Scene Four
LADY: I like to bring my son, William, to this park to get some exercise.
ME: [Stunned silence, my mouth agape, my eyes widened]
LADY: What is it?
ME: Your son’s name is William?
LADY: Yes … Why?
ME: That’s my cat’s name!
LADY: Oh. That’s, uh … Wow.
ME: Who was he named after?
LADY: His grandfather.
ME: Same with my cat! His grandfather cat is named William too! He belongs to my cousin. “William the Grandfather,” we call him. He’s three.
LADY: [Nervous laughter]
ME: What a day. Two Williams in one park. What are the odds?
LADY: Your cat is here?

yeppers…that is why I did not post it on Saturday. fear of micro aggressive cat lovers. needed a safe space to post it on Wednesday among those that only kill wild animals and rodents.
“Oh save me o great OBIEONEKANNOBE”

….confession of a dedicated DOG LOVER who is deathly allergic to CAT DANDER.
so there…I said it.

I’m betting the choice has been made, they’ve had weeks to plan this out and considering the importance they can’t have kicked the candidate down the road. Sometimes they like to stage a little drama to make it look less like a cut-and-dried, planned-out process, humanize it a bit for the audience.
I don’t want to believe that, as important as Sessions’ seat being filled is, they just let this all ride until the last minute.

Something doesn’t smell right, Trump’s strategists cannot have overlooked the ramifications of dropping the Senate back to such a close margin, especially as it tries to drag Trump’s appointees through the approval process. That would be a huge hoo-boo, they should have had a slate picked and a successor approved well before now.

I am sure this eventuality was dealt eith, the ramifications as far as cabinet and SCOTUS votes were too important. Guaranteed they had an appointee warmed up, waiting in the wings and bags packed days ago.

Now that Trump’s giving The BP its head let’s see if the BP goes back go arresting illegal immigrants rather than harassing folks who live on the border who are trying to protect their farms, ranches and homes.

It’s 66 degrees here today. I came home to jonquils blooming all along the road home, and birds singing all day. Unfortunately, tomorrow we go back to cold weather again. Still, while I was gone, spring crept up on my lovely Georgia hills. Very soon the flowers will stay, the birds will lay eggs, and the thousands of trees surrounding the cabin will fill the world with so many shades of green.

It was a very unusual experience to leave Alaska in the winter and come home to bright yellow flowers and boisterous birds.

75 yesterday, supposed to be a bit higher than that today. Yard is starting to green-up, fruit trees are blooming and the early arrival of spring’s put me about two months behind in garden prep two months ahead.

Is that two month behind ahead of time a net zero? I am stumped, it’s berry hard to understand whether this apples to real life or is just a literary date, and not plum true. I yam needing more beetails please.

In the case of the US taxpayer, right in the pocket. I contacted on Senator’s and one Fed rep’s offices today about the two-BILLION-dollar boondoggle program to get at least late 20th century internet service to rural areas and their interest is still zero. You’d, and they, would think that after nearly ten years of my whining about accountability and results I’d take the hint and give up.

Ye have heard that it hath been said, Thou shalt love thy neighbour, and hate thine enemy. But I say unto you, Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you; That ye may be the children of your Father which is in heaven: for he maketh his sun to rise on the evil and on the good, and sendeth rain on the just and on the unjust.

You are in a different mood than yesterday. That loving your enemy thing is tough! I am still trying, and often failing miserably. And so I pray that Jesus give me His love for them, as I just cannot seem to make it on my own. I have found this to be effective in beginning a change in me, so long as I remember to ask for and submit to His will. Yep, I am not perfect at it, still fail lots. But I am better than I was.

According to a man on YouTube: I do agree about this being one of the best Interpretations ever of it… and I happen to know it is played by Hannes Kästner on the renovated “original” Schuke-Organ in the Thomaskirche in Leipzip where Bach played it himself, just a few hundred years earlier. It was released on a CD called “Orgelwerke aus der Thomaskirche”

Ad Rem and Sharon would particularly appreciate this (if they are listening)

Senator’s office just called me back about my rural internet issue. Seems they’ve been working on the same issue for years, can’t seem to get anywhere and that’s where they and the issue remain.
Opps, ‘scuse me, my shoes are wet and it seems to have been raining…

I have an acquaintance with a manufacturing company that moved his business from Seattle to South central Washington State. He went through quite a bit to get fiber extended to his property. How much would satellite service run for just voice at home, and/or modem as well?

I had HughesNet and for far too much money you do get some service it wouldn’t terminate in a router so I had internet in the library but not in the livingroom or kitchen where I needed it.
It wasn’t unusual for their satellite to have a glitch and you’d be down for a while. You’d call and someone in their far offshore call center would tun you through the same test routines over and over until you got someone who truthfully told you there was a satellite glitch. Then there’s the total system outage each and anytime there’s a storm south of the house. We had to buy an expensive wi-fi hotspot to cover the satellite downtome during storms when we really need it.
They know they have us over a bsrrel out in the boonies, all over the US, and they hammer away with impunity.

Dat remins’ me, last year we lost Pete Fountain. For decades, on Mardi Gras day, he led his Half-Fast Walkin Club all over the parade route. Pete and his clarinet would be right out front, though in latter years he rode the route.
Mardi Gras has becone a huge commercial event but Pete and his club kept it local and personal to the day he died, RIP Pete, we’ll drink one for ya.

Well the local pregnant weather babe, has narrowed our snow forcast for this evening thru tomorrow afternoon, 6-10 inches. Glad I had the time to do maintenance on all tractors this afternoon. All snow models indicate 6 inches by sunup………. making a pot of coffee, and stoking the fire as I type. ……….
Hey Impeach!!!!! Are you Ready??????

Made me think of my granddaughter’s first birthday. They put a cupcake with a lot of icing on it in front of her and everybody had a camera or phone ready……………..and she daintily stuck the tip of her finger in the icing and tasted it. And, then pinched off a few bites to eat. No mess at all. It was so funny.